Tainted Desires | 18+

32 - Mama Toussaint's Blessing

Mirabelle Morrison

"Mots, bébé, utilisez vos mots." Terrence whispered in my ear. Words, baby, use your words.

My arms tightened around his shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore as his fingers kept working on their own skillfully. When his fingers hit a particular spot, it had me rolling my eyes to the back, questioning my existence on this earth. I tried to resist, but the sensation was too much for me to handle.

His touch was electrifying, and I could feel my breathing getting heavier. I was about to explode. His touch was electric, and it was almost as if he knew exactly what buttons to push to make me feel this way. It was like he knew every spot that was sensitive to his touch.

"Pl... please!"

I felt his left hand trail down to my hips to hold me down from further thrashing under him. His hands moved with a purpose, driving me closer and closer to the edge. It was like a wave of pleasure was building inside of me, and I was powerless to stop it. The pleasure was so intense, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about how much I was enjoying it. But then again, maybe that was the point. Maybe he was trying to make me feel as if we were doing something more, something intimate.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would feel like if we were having sex. As he continued to tickle me, I could feel my body responding in ways that I didn't expect. My heart rate increased, and my skin started to tingle in anticipation. I was laughing uncontrollably.

He finally stopped tickling me, but his hands didn't leave my body. I felt like I was coming down from a high. His eyes still glistened with excitement as he watched me try to catch my breath. His lips pulled back into a grin as he pulled me towards him as if I could get any closer.

"I didn't know you were such a screamer," I was sure his words had a different meaning, but I didn't want to ruin the moment with my sexual thoughts and pent-up frustration.

"You know how useless I become when tickled," I rolled my eyes, shifting my gaze to the picture frame that was faced backwards on the drawer behind us.

I became confused as I didn't hear a reply from him. Returning my attention to him, I watched him study the rhythm of my breathing and the movement of my chest. Lifting his head, his eyes fell onto my parted lips, causing my breathing to quicken.

Was this finally going to happen? Was he going to take me on his desk and show me how much I truly meant to him? I wasn't one to push for sex but we've been going back and forth with the tension, and it was driving me crazy. I chose to believe I wasn't the only one affected by the position we were in.

My legs were wrapped around his body, with his hands firmly holding my hips to his. I could feel how hard he was getting against the skin of my thighs. A little bit of movement with my hips, and he'd be where my body needed him the most. But I wasn't going to push him till he was fully ready for it. I needed him to fully consent for when we finally have sex.

"Qu'en penses-tu, Terrence?" His eyes snapped up to mine, and I could see how much conflict he had in them. Aside from that, his pupils were fully dilated, making my mind turn to mush, thinking about the dirty things that were probably going through his mind. What are you thinking about, Terrence?

His mouth parted to say something, but he closed it back immediately, shaking his head no. "Nothing," he brought his hand to my chin, lifting my head as he dipped his down. His lips softly brushed mine, "Nothing at all."

He kissed me so softly and slowly. With my breasts pressed onto his chest, I could feel how hard his heart was beating, and I was sure mine was going crazy too.